When the yellow-haired man and the others heard their conversation, they were instantly scared out of their wits.
They knew very well that their lives were in the hands of Mr. Ye. They could only live if he changed his mind.
The blond had an idea and shouted, "Mr. Ye, I have an antique at home. I'm willing to give it to Mr. Ye as an apology. Please spare my life."
His lackeys were stunned. Why didn't they think of this? But they didn't have any antiques at home.
However, they couldn't care less now. They immediately fought to speak first.
"Mr. Ye, I can sell my house. Please spare my life."
"Mr. Ye, I only have one lousy life. I'll be your slave in the future..."
"Mr. Ye, I have a fourteen-year-old sister…"
"I have my grandfather's pension…"
Ye Feng listened to their messy conversation, but his gaze was locked on the blond. "You have antiques in your house? What kind of antique?"
